“My eyes belong only to me, they tell me I’m me and nobody else.
But if I were not inside my body, who would be me?”

Breezy, upbeat illustrations and beautifully worded wonderings give us a stirring glimpse of the fresh and often forgotten preschool perspective in this thought-provoking reminder that, when it comes right down to it, we’re all small.

No wizards, no potty-talk, no cell phones, no cynicism just four smart sisters, their dad, their schemes, their dog, their neighbours, their ideas and interactions yet our girls squealed, shrieked, jumped up and jabbered after almost every sentence. I’m not sure what it is, but The Penderwicks on Gardam Street has it.